[Horatio's own breathing is shaky. Part of him is trying to make sense of everything. Another part couldn't care less about logic or sanity or duty.
He has Archie.
...And for the moment? That is all that matters. Every other thought can be shooed away. He manages to speak, voice still unsteady and very hushed.]
Archie. God above. How did you get here? [One hand moves to touch Archie's face, the tips of Horatio's fingers in his friend's hair.] Are you hurt? [After all, last he saw Archie, the man was dying. Dead, actually, but he's trying not to really let himself think about that.] For the love of God, how-- [A squeeze on the shoulder he's still holding with his other hand.] It doesn't matter. No. It doesn't matter.
[action]
He has Archie.
...And for the moment? That is all that matters. Every other thought can be shooed away. He manages to speak, voice still unsteady and very hushed.]
Archie. God above. How did you get here? [One hand moves to touch Archie's face, the tips of Horatio's fingers in his friend's hair.] Are you hurt? [After all, last he saw Archie, the man was dying. Dead, actually, but he's trying not to really let himself think about that.] For the love of God, how-- [A squeeze on the shoulder he's still holding with his other hand.] It doesn't matter. No. It doesn't matter.